It was within Sumayl's awareness that Vienna was going for her Outrider trade, if she hadn't already earned it, and it was the smoky gray female he sought to join him on his adventure. The Ostrega wasn't struck with wanderlust in the same way that some of his siblings had been struck by it. Though he'd only been apart of one other pack in his life he was type to stick around in one place. If it hadn't been for his desire to venture out on his own and join a pack for himself he, likely, would have stayed. The golden outlaw enjoyed his independence from his siblings — despite that he missed them, of course — and from his foster parents; but he had a higher calling. Sumayl hadn't considered that Vienna would turn down his offer to
It was with his destination, despite being rather unspecific when he said the coast in mind he took the initial lead but hung back, then, to let her do her (future) job as Outrider of The Sunspire. It was true, too, that she knew the Wilds much better than he did. Though Sumayl was, by nature, an authoritarian creature, he didn't mind allowing her to take the lead, walking a few paces in front of him. His pace was leisurely, and though he could have easily kept pace with her the Ostrega lingered just a few steps behind, enjoying the view. Eventually, their journey took them to exactly where he hoped to go: the sea. A long stretch of beach greeted them and eventually grass and earth was replaced by cool sand. Sumayl loped past his fair companion then stopping when he was, what he thought, was a safe distance away from the greedily lapping water's edge was. The scent of salt was pungent in the air but after the first few seconds it became less of an insult and morphed into something much more refreshing.
“How cold do you think the sea water is going to be?” He inquired, golden gaze straying to Vienna as a cheeky little grin began to tug at the corners of hi slips. “There's an island and I want to explore it.” She didn't have too if she didn't want to but he was going to brave it. Giving her the only warning he was going to, he loped forward, sucking in a soft breath when the frigid sea water splashed up against his legs. Ears slicked back to his skull but he kept pressing forward, surprised to find a sand bar and hoping, as he followed it towards the Isle, that it went the entire length of the small strip of sea between the Isle and the Mainland.